Almost a Meltdown

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At the moment, I might be considered emotionally fragile. So much has happened in a short period of time. There is a lot of stress in my life, although things are settling down. The last month on a scale of one to ten, with one being virtually no stress and ten as a high, I have averaged about a twelve. Christmas morning was a quiet, relaxing start. I made stuffing and started the bird in my brand new roaster oven pan. We headed for church. Enjoyed the message, the singing, the fellowship and the drive home. Walking in the door, I sniffed....not good....the turkey smells a bit overdone (burnt). Everything else for the meal was started and we went to open gifts.i returned to the kitchen to start the vegetables. Back in the living room I joined a game and quickly became absorbed. Hmmm, what's that smell....oh no, the vegetables. You guessed it. Burnt. At this point I was close to becoming distraught. I excused myself to attend the meal. Moved the burnt veggies to another room (I'll deal with them later!) Selected another pan and a different vegetable. Took the turkey out of the pan to see what I could salvage. There was enough to serve everyone, phew! Now to make some gravy, as the salvaged meat did seem a little dry. At this point my husband came into the kitchen to see if he could help. My mini meltdown began. I told him the dinner was ruined, I didn't have enough hands, and no he couldn't help. (Pity party?) He finished setting the table, called everyone in to sit and asked a blessing on the meal. I, meanwhile, pulled myself together, and with quivering chin sat down to eat. It may not have been the meal I wanted to serve, but it actually was not too bad. Everyone enjoyed the meal and the chance to spend time together. Thank you @Platespinner for your help and understanding. Also thank you to my husband for knowing when to just give me a hug and do what needed doing.